Steph nearly forgets Makita's presence as soon as the door opens to the suite they shared.

It smells like home.  Even more than the bar.  It's spacious and airy and Steph walks in slowly, footfalls soft on the floor.

There's a sword hanging over the mantelpiece.  She goes to it slowly, lifting it down, running her fingers over the grip and admiring ( Read more... )

Steph is recovering.

It's not fun and it's not pretty but she's gritting her teeth and doing it, working through the physio and putting her head down and dealing with the therapy sessions, trying not to look at herself in the mirror and trying not to care when anyone else looks at her.  Because they keep looking and Steph thinks that's maybe ( Read more... )

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